Cheerfully Yours, Just Another Human

I did a thing and I'm proud of it.

I get that academics come first, but what if I don't get them? What if the C+ isn't all my fault? What if the reason I'm all done trying is that I feel like the stupidest, most idiotic person on the planet? Why the heck is an institution made to make me smarter making me feel like and idiot that wants to go be a gypsy in the Sahara desert so I never have to face this awful, awful feeling again? I don't want people to lecture me on academics before activities, because activities and being with my friends are the only thing bringing me any sense of joy out of the whole "high school experience." Everything else sucks. I see people I love facing awful things I can't even begin to fathom. And it's cliche, but I'm never enough. I just want to be happy, you know? My dad is always angry with me, and it makes me feel like a piece of dirt, and yet among all these things, the thing that's supposed to be most important to me is getting an A in a subject I have no understanding of, no need for, and no real want to understand except to get into a good college so that I might have some chance of happiness in the future. But where's my happiness now? I'm so sick of preparing for a future I feel like I'm just going to zoom by anyway, always looking for a way to make my next future better, but when will I get to that future if I never take the time to enjoy what I love now? I'm just so done.

We have a very needy dog in the house.

In the sunrise They are grey Like the fog of the morning Wrapping us together In the sunlight They are blue Like I imagine the ocean If we ever went As the sun sets Your eyes are teal Like my favorite nail polish You insist is minty green Under the fluorescent lights They are dull And they make you look wise Like how you are when you tell me to cheer up With the glowing streetlight They burn, too Like smoldering silver ashes Burning me When you kiss me They are closed Keeping me a secret From even you

Please stop. It's one thing if it's real. It's one thing if you're having a breakdown and don't want to be thou roughly embarrassed by telling your teacher so. But to fake injury or menstrual cramps to get out of a test? That degrades you, that degrades everyone who is actually suffering through, and it degrades the teachers' intelligence. This, of course, makes them not trust us anymore. It makes teachers take away the privilege of leaving to deal with pain or blood seeping through your freaking clothing between your legs in a sanitary and healthy way. So please. Stop. Thank you, Every Girl Ever Who Has Been Denied Access to a Bathroom When They Really, Really Need It

One of My Friends at Some Point

Okay is highly underrated. Because sometimes I don't think people understand or acknowledge the struggle that can go into okay. We focus do much in striving for perfection -- or even excellence -- that we forget to see how far we've come. Striving for more and better things is vital, I know, but don't just gobble up the whole candy shop looking for the perfect chocolate; savor the moments that have no chance of mattering in two seconds, much less ten years. The nest time you're having an okay day, savor the okay. Soak it all up and remember that okay is possible, even on terrible days. Remember how okay feels in the hope that when darker things come, you will know that okay will come again, no matter how vain that hope seems. Strive for happiness, but savor okay because okay is not always an easy journey.

Is this breaking the rules?